Or how I learned that the end of the world as we know it, isn't always a bad thing

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Ahhhh, a blank canvas

I am making a new start here, as I feel the need to chronicle the journey we are being led to undertake. While most parents our age are looking forward to watching the last little bird fly from the nest, we are embarking on a second round of parenting, via the miracle of international adoption.

Crazy? On many levels, I guess that could be said of us. But I am not moved. Eh.

I'm not even really very offended that some may think that of us or our decisions. One huge blessing of being a woman :ahem: of my age, it that you know who you are, what you love, what you're good at and really feel very little need to apologize for simply *being* who you are and loving it.

However, cliche that "When I am an Old Woman"....poem has become, I'm telling ya, there is a whole lotta truth to it, as far as I am experiencing things. Red hats and purple dresses? Bah. Who cares? All my clothes (by choice) come from Goodwill, where I practice my own made-up brand of recycling and saving.